House

[fawnthefae]

Fawn was out shopping for more things for his and John's home. ...At least he had been. He'd passed by a pub serving pie. And the pie smelled good. Really good. So good fawn's feet had carried him in without him realizing it.

A kind woman seated him, and he was eagerly awaiting the delightful scented pie when he realized someone behind him was addressing him.

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[drfeelbad]

"Yes," said House, "but they're not as good at it as I am."

[fawnthefae]

"You think yourself the best of them?" Fawn asked. "People who sell grandeur are either damaged or cruel. Which are you?"

[drfeelbad]

"Both," said House. Just matter-of-factly. Though he did add, "But also right."

[fawnthefae]

Fawn appreciated honestly and bluntness, and the fae nodded in approval.

[drfeelbad]

"So what are you good at," House said bluntly. "Besides sex."

[fawnthefae]

"I never claimed to be good at sex, only that my blood provokes desire," Fawn replied. "My talents are varied. I am skilled with my magic, a reasonable chef, I barter well, and above all, I survive."

He paused then, thoughtful.

"I am an exceptional survivor."

[drfeelbad]

"I'm not sure that being not dead counts as a skill," House said. "I mean, I also am not dead."

[fawnthefae]

Fawn only shrugged, he had no reason to impress this man- Nor had the statement meant to impress, it was simply fact. The best thing Fawn knew how to do was not die. Be it at the hand of a foe, or from the harsh storms and fickle nature of the fae realm. He lived, and in a land built to devour, that was worth noting.

[drfeelbad]

"I mean, I've been real close a few times," House said thoughtfully. "So maybe I'm good at surviving too."